Short Stories

Another Silly Rhyme – A Bash on the Noggin.

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Photo by Kat Jayne on Pexels.com

 

 

I am a rather impulsive chap,

Unfortunately, it has to be said.

The other day, I got in a flap

and totally lost my head.

I thought I’d got an Intruder

so I bashed them on the noggin,

With my hand-knitted draught excluder

I gave them one hell of a floggin’

You can imagine my total dismay

when they rolled over and I Saw

the Postman with his letter’s in disarray

and a parcel that was meant for next door.

I’m sorry for the postman’s headache

and I couldn’t be more distraught

It was a totally honest mistake

I just hope that he’ll settle out of court.

 

Copyright: Kristian Fogarty 22nd May 2020

https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2020/05/22/rdp-friday-settle/

https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2020/05/22/noggin/

 

Chelsea Owens is also hosting a weekly Hilarity contest, click on the link below to have a look at her latest post:

The Weekly Hilarity Contest 5/16 – 5/22/2020

 

 

 

Some Rainy songs for a Rainy day

The Word of the Day is Raining,

and this made me think of a number of songs.

Raindrops Keep Falling on my Head,

Rainy Days and Mondays,

It’s Raining in my Heart

and

Singing in the Rain.

Rather than copy and paste the original artists, I’ve decided to do my own versions…

I find singing helps to put me in a good mood, I’m not sure if the same can be said for my audience, perhaps you’ll tell me in the comments below 😉

 

 

 

 

Hope they haven’t put your in a bad mood 🙂

 

https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2020/04/29/raining/

Gone Viral – A poem for our times.

 

 

Life is quite strange at the moment

It’s bizarre, it’s weird and completely surreal

Like an old-time disaster movie

Waiting for the villain to finally reveal

His twisted scheme for world domination.

And so, Covid-19 has been released

Threatening mankind and all of creation

An obituary for the deceased.

If we heed the advice we’ve been given

And stay at home for our own survival

We may yet find we’ll come through fine

It may bring about humankind’s revival.

No more selfishly thinking of ourselves

No more being, by crowds, pushed and shoved.

By staying indoors and being dependent

We find out that we are truly loved.

We may feel at times, scared and delicate,

Adrift in a sea of doubts and cares.

But we are all in this boat together

And togetherness can beat despairs.

So, I bring you this one and final thought,

That turns this whole disaster on its head

There is always a silver lining of a sort,

So, think about this positively instead.

It’s strange that a deadly virus, although

it’s keeping us all apart, however,

Also appears to be the very thing

that has brought us all much closer together.

 

Copyright: Kristian Fogarty 24 March 2020

 

This poem was written in the hope of spreading some positivity in these desperate times.

I have included the following word prompts:

https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2020/03/24/obituary/

https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2020/03/24/rdp-tuesday-delicate/

https://onedailyprompt.wordpress.com/2020/03/24/your-daily-word-prompt-adrift-ydwordprompt-march-24-2020/

FOWC with Fandango — Dependent

https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2020/03/25/together/

 

Love, Unrequited? – A humorous love poem.

I wrote this poem the other day, but I have now added a final stanza that makes it a bit happier. I wished I could say that this poem is semiautobiographical, or at least the final bit,  but I’m afraid it isn’t. 

 

Cupid pulled back his bowstring

At his target, he took aim,

He hit me in my broken heart

Now I don’t feel quite the same.

 

It’s all a bit of a puzzle,

I’m not sure I feel so neat,

I don’t seem to sleep so well at night

And I can’t bring myself to eat.

 

I’m staring at adversity,

And productive, I am not,

Cupid! Why did you do this to me?

It was a cruel malicious shot.

 

For while you shot me well and good,

And my heart is now a flutter,

You didn’t bother to make a match

My love lies in the gutter.

 

So, Cupid please, get off your knees

And have another go,

Either cure me of this love disease

Or send me my Romeo.

 

And the new bit…

Cupid, you’re a splendid bloke,

For services, you should be knighted.

Because despite my fears and anguished tears,

My love turns out to be requited.

 

Copyright: Kristian Fogarty 21/July/2019 updated 24/July/2019

 

I have included the following word prompts:

https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2019/07/21/rdp-sunday-puzzle/

https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2019/07/21/target/

FOWC with Fandango — Productive

https://onedailyprompt.wordpress.com/2019/07/21/your-daily-word-prompt-adversity-july-21-2019/

https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2019/07/24/unrequited-2/

 

50 Word Thursday #36 – How many Roads?

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He travelled alone, his pack on his back,

stumbling along the dusty old track,

though he’d naught to his name,

he felt glad, all the same,

for he had some things he’d sure hate to lose,

A tune in his head and a good pair of shoes.

Promises of youth had turned traitor and fled,

Replaced by the certainty of another road to tread.

He built his fires in a thousand places

and remembered the love on a good many faces,

and slept on the banks of rivers.

wrapped in a coat to hold back his shivers,

 The grass grew over his tracks,

time took its toll leaving no time to relax,

 but he knew where they were when he came again

his memories sharp, with feelings of pain,

And though he’d travelled,  long and far,

he stopped by the roadside and took out his guitar.

And strummed, his voice clear, his face gave a frown,

and sang, “How many roads must a man walk down?”

His tenor tones rang out as he grimaced and grinned,

but found no answer at all blowing in the wind.

How many roads to forget what he saw?

How many roads?

Always one more.

[200 Words]

Copyright: Kristian Fogarty 10th September 2019

 

This poem was written for the 50 Word Thursday Challenge which ends Wednesday afternoon, so you still have time to take part if you want to. Click on the link below:

https://talesfromthemindofkristian.wordpress.com/2019/09/05/50-word-thursday-36/

 

I have also included the following word prompts:

 

https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2019/09/10/traitor/

https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2019/09/10/rdp-tuesday-guitar/

 

 

 

 

 

In Search of Happiness – A collaborative poem by Beckie of Beckie’s Mental Mess and Kristian of Tales from the Mind of Kristian.

What is this thing called Happiness?

I search and search, but I confess

That some days of searching high and low,

it feels as if,  happiness is suppressed

No matter where I am, how far I go.

Feeling Lonely, lost and dispossessed. 

My heart, mind, body, and soul often thinks, is this a test?

I know happiness is out there, I have to believe.

but while I endlessly search without sleep or rest, 

this cruel world is ever ready to deceive. 

Though challenges are around every corner,

the search for the secret to happiness must be achieved.

Or is life just a meaningless empty space?

God’s creative vision totally misconceived?

This questioning in my mind is a disgrace,

God would never allow me to continue being this peeved.

Yet when the darkness holds me in its embrace,

I cannot but feel bitterly aggrieved. 

With gritted teeth, I become red in the face,

Am I worthy of happiness to be received?

and yet, before I fall and sink without a trace

a ray of hope lifts me, a miracle to be believed. 

This warm fuzzy feeling as if my heart is being embraced,

a feeling washes over me, I hope I’m not being teased.

As happiness emerges from a forgotten deep place

The tormenting brooding darkness is finally eased. 

God lent his hands and darkest clouds soon were erased

The sunlight poured through and the negativity soon ceased.

For now, the battle ends leaving just an aftertaste

I have fought off once again that dark depressive beast. 

There is light at this terribly long tunnel, and so I race

my longing for happiness, my running towards it increased.

I discover, at last, that life is a mad steeplechase

and this thing called happiness is like a strange feast. 

 

Beckie and I have been passing this poem backwards and forwards taking it in turns to write additional lines. I think it has worked out really well. Many of you may have followed the process all along, but it is nice to have it all together in one place.

I am so proud of this poem that Beckie and I have created, we worked really well together and made a great team.

I hope you like this poem.

 

Harmful Ignorance – A poem

Fantasy

He gazed upon a sight so great,

this Citadel made to fascinate,

if he lingers longer he’ll be late,

and that would never do.

 

He wore the robes so thick, so warm,

they were his apprentice’s uniform,

And kept out the cold and winter storm,

that he had struggled through.

 

His quest was nearly at an end,

to reach the city and find his friend,

to finish his training and then defend

his home from what he knew.

 

In his ignorance he’d released

A dark creature, an evil beast,

upon the living, it will feast.

It was all his fault, it’s true.

 

He must become a mighty Mage,

a Sorcerer skilled with wisdom sage,

and face this creatures dreadful rage.

to defeat and then undo,

the harm that only ignorance can do.

 

This was written for the What do you See? challenge:

What do you See? Feb/26/2019

 

I have included the following word prompts:

https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2019/02/26/rdp-tuesday-fault/

FOWC with Fandango — Uniform

https://onedailyprompt.wordpress.com/2019/02/26/your-daily-word-prompt-fascinate-february-26-2019/

 

 

 

 

 

Manic Mondays 3-Way Challenge – So Hungry are the Damned – A Dark Poem

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This poem was written in response to Laura M Bailey’s challenge. See Link:

https://alltheshoesiwear.wordpress.com/2018/10/01/manic-mondays-3-way-prompt-damned/

You may also wish to read my previous 3-way challenge story because this one follows it:

https://talesfromthemindofkristian.wordpress.com/2018/09/24/manic-mondays-3-way-challenge-personal-scars-a-story-in-less-than-100-words/

 

So Hungry Are the Damned

 

He lured her to his lair

in that dark, secluded glade,

without fear, without a care

she danced to the tune he played.

 

He admired her tender form

so lovely, so full of grace.

Her body, soft and warm, 

then he slowly turned her face.

 

he bit into her neck,

to harvest her blood, so hot.

The red stains now bedeck

where diamonds soon forgot. 

 

Now she’ll join him as his queen,

in his realm, that darkest land, 

Envy not, those fiends, unclean,

so hungry are the damned

 

Copyright: Kristian Fogarty 01/October/2018

 

https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2018/10/01/glade/

https://onedailyprompt.wordpress.com/2018/10/01/your-daily-word-prompt-harvest-october-1-2018/

 

 

 

 

Everything Stops for Tea – Murder Mystery Grand Finale

I started writing a murder mystery some time ago, This is the final chapter.

If you’d like to read this story from the beginning, click on this link:

https://talesfromthemindofkristian.wordpress.com/2018/07/11/the-start-of-it-a-short-story-with-familiar-characters/

Everything Stops for Tea

She had only taken one sip of the tea when the doorbell rang yet again. It was an impudent ring and it didn’t surprise her at all when Alice opened the door and her great-nephew bounded in.

“Afternoon Auntie, I got your note” Charles beamed at her then looked around at the gathered assembly. “What’s this all about Aunt Audrey? Did you want to make up a four for Bridge? That’s not really my game, more of a Cribbage man myself.”

“Just be quiet Charles and sit over there” Audrey pointed at a vacant chair next to Lord Halifax.

Audrey stood up and cleared her throat.

I have asked you all here to discuss the unfortunate deaths of Elsie Taplow and Claudia Halifax.

Audrey couldn’t complain she hadn’t received due attention. Several pairs of eyes were locked on her.

“Why didn’t you tell me you were going to do this?” Sir Alfred was clearly taken off guard “We were supposed to be working together.”

Standing at her full height, Audrey’s blue eyes flashed, she had never looked more alive.

“I couldn’t trust you fully. You could have very well been the killer. You came to call on me very early on that morning when poor Elsie’s body was found. You could have just come from killing her. I’ve seen it before, an old policeman, feeling obsolete and no longer useful. They go off the rails a bit. They want to make themselves important again, make themselves relevant. So why not create a murder to make them more relevant?”

Sir Alfred looked quite pale as he sat there looking up at Audrey.

Continue reading Everything Stops for Tea – Murder Mystery Grand Finale

Sunday Afternoon Reading – My Fantasy Story Part 23.

I was posting instalments of the Fantasy story I wrote 17 years ago every Sunday and Wednesday afternoons. The most observant amongst you may have realised that I haven’t posted an instalment in some time. In fact, the last one was posted last Friday, the 17th of August.

Well here is the next part. I hope you are enjoying it.

If you want to read it from its genesis, here is the link:

https://talesfromthemindofkristian.wordpress.com/2018/05/26/a-fantasy-tale-part-one/

 

Part Twenty-Three

Piotr Drake had not been enjoying himself. No, not at all. He was not in the best of moods. He had been travelling on the road for several days, since leaving the City of Savarias, on horse back and dressed up like a Mage. This had presented a couple of problems for Piotr. Firstly, that despite being a coachman he was not at all a good horse rider. He was fine with horses when he was sitting up high and they were harnessed to the coach and he had the reins and his whip. He found sitting on them quite unbearable. Truth be known he was not at all fond of horses. Riding them, he felt that the horse was more in control of the situation than he was. It took all his strength and stamina to keep the horse from straying from the road to have a munch of some tempting thicket. The way Piotr gripped his reins you would have thought he was riding a fierce stallion. Actually the horse was a particularly docile example and had been christened by its original owner, ‘Plodder’.

Continue reading Sunday Afternoon Reading – My Fantasy Story Part 23.

The Wind Sheds No Tears – Part Five

This is a part of a longer story that I have been writing over the last few weeks. 

See here for the last part of the story, which also contains links to all the others, if you want to read more:

https://talesfromthemindofkristian.wordpress.com/2018/04/19/the-wind-sheds-no-tears-part-four/

Part Five

The next day Pablo woke early. The sun was just coming up over the horizon, its light slowly ebbing into the dark night sky, hiding all its stars and turning it blue and getting brighter and brighter towards the east.

He put a small pack together, a change of clothes and a few simple belongings, he didn’t own much. He also put on the silver St Christopher charm necklace that his mother had given him. He didn’t usually wear it as the memories of his mother filled him with that longing for her touch that would never come. It was a charm to protect travellers and he was going with his Uncle Carlos to the City of Valencia. Likely, he would need its protection now.

Continue reading The Wind Sheds No Tears – Part Five

SUNNY

The Word of the Day is Sunny

I hope this word inspires you to write a post, poem or story.

Happy Saturday 🙂

Word of the Day Challenge

The Word of the Day is SUNNY

Write a Poem, story or anecdote, inspired by this word.

Please create a pingback to your post by including a link to this page in whatever you are posting.

If you want to participate create a pingback to link your post. Not sure how to do that?

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Kreative Kue – Not a time for Kisses!

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This poem was written for Keith Channing’s Kreative Kue challenge:

https://keithchanning.wordpress.com/2020/05/25/kreative-kue-264/

 

All I want to do is play with my duck

but it seems as though I’m just out of luck

I’ve been picked up and squeezed by hands so strong

I don’t like it, I think it’s so rude and so wrong!

I’d tell them to stop it, but I’m tiny and young

and I can’t seem to get the right words off my tongue.

And now they are pushing me into a face

Can I not have some dignity in this place?

I know you’re my mother and she is my sister,

but can’t you understand, I don’t want to kiss her?

It’s definitely a nightmare rather than a dream

so all I can do is to start crying and scream.

 

Copyright: Kristian Fogarty 30th May 2020

https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2020/05/29/duck/

 

 

 

 

Multiple Word Prompt Story – Striving for Peace

This story was written a while ago but I thought it should get another airing.

It was inspired by the following word prompts:

Word of the Day: Striving; Duck

https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2020/05/29/duck/

https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2018/07/21/striving/

FOWC with Fandango — Compound

https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2018/07/21/rdp-51-duck/#like-537

Striving for Peace

“you’re trying to duck the issue, what can that stuff actually do?”

“Look It’s just a simple compound. It can’t do anything.”

She held up a sealed phial of liquid between her blue latex gloved fingers. The look on her lovely face was calm and composed but there was a light of something in her eyes. A certain fervour, determination and a detachment from reality. It was a scary combination.

The committee for the regulation of dangerous substances was in full session. The committee consisted of some of the brightest minds in science and a few politicians who were the ones who sounded like they knew the most.

The Minister for public health asked his question again.

“We know you have been working on this for some time. What is your purpose? What do you hope to achieve?”

“I hope to achieve peace” she replied in her soft, light voice.

Continue reading Multiple Word Prompt Story – Striving for Peace

50 Word Thursday #74

The Latest 50 word Thursday challenge has been posted, this week hosted by Deb Whittam. Why not take part in this great creative writing challenge? Click on the link to have a go. 🙂

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Hi Everyone,

Are we ready for something a bit dark this week, or something full of happiness and light.  Well that is going to be your decision entirely when you play along with 50 Work Thursday #74 but first don’t forget to check out Kristian’s blog for last week’s participants.

Now to the rules:

The Rules:

  • Find the muse within the photo or line provided and follow where it leads. It can be a story, anecdote, poem. Anything!
  • The Story must be between 50 and 250 words, in 50 word increments. (so 50, 100, 150, 200 or 250 words)
  • Link back to this post with the tag 50WordThurs so that everyone can find it, or post your response in the comments below.

I’m looking forward to what these prompts inspire, so here’s the picture:

74The Mystery Box

And the words:

“The third moth, when the box arrived, was very tricky indeed.” –…

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Sweeter than a Rose? – A thoughtful poem.

 

 

 

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I sit in quiet contemplation and I suppose,

That nothing can surpass the beauty of the Rose.

But can it’s showy beauty really match, however

those random acts of kindness in some sweet endeavour,

It’s a simple loving message that gives us thoughtful pause

An offer of support, some unexpected shopping left at doors

Those friends who send us texts and we talk to on the phone

Dispels the notion that no-one cares, we are not alone.

So now I’ve thought of it so carefully, I can now assume

that there are more beautiful things than a flower in full bloom

and ‘though it’s true a Rose would smell as sweet with another name,

Consider too, when all this trouble’s over, will we ever be the same?

 

 

https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2020/05/28/surpass/#like-2432

https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2020/05/27/rose/

 

FOWC with Fandango — Notion

https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2020/05/26/rdp-tuesday-bloom/

 

 

Surpass

The Word of the Day is Surpass

I hope you enjoy using this word in a story or a poem. 🙂

Word of the Day Challenge

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Today’s Word of the Day is Surpass.

If you want to participate, create a pingback to link your post. Not sure how to do that? See how to create pingbacks here. Please note that for the prompts that I publish, the comment box will now remain open for people who experience trouble with pingbacks. However, I won’t guarantee a quick response to actual comments, that would be left here. If you have questions, or ideas you’d like to submit, please use our “contact” page.

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50 Word Thursday #73 – The Results

Well, another week has just flown by! The 50 Word Thursday challenge has come to an end. Click on the link to see the post:

https://talesfromthemindofkristian.wordpress.com/2020/05/21/50-word-thursday-73/

The Rules:

  • Find the muse within the photo or line provided and follow where it leads. It can be a story, anecdote, poem. Anything!
  • The Story must be between 50 and 250 words, in 50-word increments. (so 50, 100, 150, 200 or 250 words)
  • Link back to this post with the tag 50WordThurs so that everyone can find it, or post your response in the comments below.
  • HAVE FUN!

Here was the picture:

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And the Words: ‘So which one am I supposed to be?’ I said. ‘The shooter, the maniac or the idiot who hid the body?’ – The Killing Floor by Lee Child.

 

So here are all the entries to this weeks challenge, you can certainly say they rose to the occasion ;-).

Click on the link to read the short stories:

 

50 Words Thursday # 73 – The audition

 

https://debbiewhittam.wordpress.com/2020/05/25/50-word-thursday-73/

 

https://talesfromthemindofkristian.wordpress.com/2020/05/26/50-word-thursday-73-the-ladys-revenge/

 

Deb Whittam, of the blog Twenty Four, who created this challenge originally, has agreed to co-host this challenge with me. I am honoured to hand the baton over to Debbie, who will post tomorrow’s 50 Word Thursday Challenge!

Deb, over to you 🙂

 

https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2020/05/27/rose/

ROSE

The Word of the Day is ROSE,

I hope you are inspired by this word to write a story or a poem.

A Rose by any other name would smell as sweet….

Word of the Day Challenge

The Word of the Day is ROSE

Write a Poem, story or anecdote, inspired by this word.

Please create a pingback to your post by including a link to this page in whatever you are posting.

If you want to participate create a pingback to link your post. Not sure how to do that?

See how to create pingbacks here.

https://en.support.wordpress.com/comments/pingbacks/

Most Importantly, Have Fun.

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50 Word Thursday #73 – The Lady’s Revenge

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And the Words: ‘So which one am I supposed to be?’ I said. ‘The shooter, the maniac or the idiot who hid the body?’ – The Killing Floor by Lee Child. 

 

This story was written for the 50 Word Thursday Challenge. If you want to take part you still have until Wednesday evening, click on the link below to take part:

https://talesfromthemindofkristian.wordpress.com/2020/05/21/50-word-thursday-73/

 

It was a typical day in the medieval re-enactment village. We were standing in line waiting to be dressed up and assume one of various characters. The man in front of me was given a chain mail shirt, a sword and a shield emblazoned with a lion rampant.

When It was my turn, I stood before a buxom lady dressed as a tavern wench, I couldn’t help but make a comment about her heaving bosom that brought a bloom of colour to her cheeks. I made reference to a nice pear, which is my favourite kind of innuendo. Apart from her blush, she didn’t react to my joke but treated it like plain blather. I suppose she’d heard it many times before.

‘So which one am I supposed to be?’ I said. ‘The shooter, the maniac or the idiot who hid the body?’ Asking about what character I was to be assigned.

The lady looked me up and down and tapped her lip with an impatient finger.

“Well, the role of the village idiot is still available, I think you’re more than qualified,” she said and handed me a cap with bells on and an inflated bladder on a stick.

[200 Words]

 

I have also included the following word prompts:

https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2020/05/26/bosom/

https://onedailyprompt.wordpress.com/2020/05/26/your-daily-word-prompt-blather-ydwordprompt-may-26-2020/

FOWC with Fandango — Innuendo

https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2020/05/26/rdp-tuesday-bloom/